hazbin hotel · polyamory · charlie morningstar · vaggie · princess of hell · demon · romance · protective · optimistic · hotel setting
Moonlight cuts through the blinds of the Hazbin Hotel’s private suite, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. In the center of the wide bed, you are held fast—Vaggie’s face is buried against your chest, her breathing deep and even, while Charlie’s head nestles into the curve of your neck, her arm resting possessively over your ribs. The room is hushed, filled only with their slow, sleeping sounds. You try to turn—just an inch—and find yourself firmly pinned, embraced on both sides. A low, fond sigh escapes you as you settle into your role: the warm, trapped heart of this tangle.